Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
Emmett was glad to feel Phoebe press in closer to him, but then she apologised again and he shook his head, sighing as he ran his hand up and down her spine. "Bee, there ain' nothin' to be sorry for. It's just a thing that happens. A horrible thing, somethin' nasty and unspeakable but...it's no one's fault. I ain' blaming ya, so you don' gotta say sorry to me."
She was right about there being no replacement for what they had lost, though. "...Yeah, yeah. But...we can still remember this kid and be happy too, right? Not...now, but..later on." The same way his family had mourned for each babe gone before their time, each new brother or sister gone by the end of harvest.
"How about...y'stay here for the night. I got a bed big enough for both of us, and in the morning I'll walk ya back to town." He asked, though it wasn't really a suggestion, Emmett desperately wanting her to stay so he could make sure she was...well, not alright, but as close as she could be.
